Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the motherfucking man,
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all fucking with me
See, I look in the and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice
Your neck reflects yout personality, and is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, I hate Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I tell my [?]
Now lets the aim-o

a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get ass [?] like a kick in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm [?]
boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We been Batmen Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, em (Oh no!)
You can't bitch, I'm a
You get fucked up like the this side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one in it like Larry David
And I'm that
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking
Pink and yellow on my remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being
23 with the crib and I don't got no
And I like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck Jordans
from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some vatos shadow [?], he loco
a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] shells just like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga took the from us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he really the store)

a cracker with a barrel
Gang bang tattoos, this a Louis rag
[?] got me crip
Pants heavy, sag to the
the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts past ya
Ain't worried bout no niggas,
over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of walking
You was
You wanna be me,

Cuz is when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, control gums
missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's done
My square homie's license, double in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you to crip that coast
You to steer that wheel
You want to smoke that
who am I?